Delia Smith’s (kinda) — le pâté grossier

It’s in foreign because Number One Son with his most excellent French shamed me into realising that I have been resting on my regarde-mon-stylo, pre-O-level French for too long, and that I really should make more of an effort. How hard can it be, really? On the similarities betwixt English and French, did Dumas not say that English was just French badly pronounced?

Soooo, with apologies to Francophones, and recognition that no google translates were harmed in my butchering of the language, an homage to pâté…